Island Of Sweet Hope
© Surazeus
2025 04 16

When the shining sun of desperate hope
is obliterated from the clear sky
by haunting shadow of the howling moon,
Odysseus crawls on sore hands and knees
across the sparkling sands of Ithaca,
and cries out with joy at his return home.

Three thousand two hundred and three years later
I stand in evening dusk on back wood deck
of my home in sultry Appalachian hills
near turbid waters of Oconee River,
and feel ache of nostalgia in my heart
for homecoming of heroes from harsh wars.

How far from Ithaca in sailing boats
my ancestors journeyed on endless search
to find lush valley with the Tree of Life
where we may gather in the evening dusk
to party with pleasure of being alive,
sweet visions that program how my brain dreams.

Now far away from Island of sweet hope
I dwell in temporary paradise
in quaint comfortable home I did not build
where my wife and children may safely dwell
to create beautiful art about life
with eager passion of dream-crafting hands.

Soon the shining sun of desperate hope
may get obliterated from the sky
by readjustment of the fate machine
when devil of greed who escaped from Hell
possesses old king with ambitious pride
to again wreck grand towers of Ilium.

This cruel Agamemnon in our White House,
who has unleashed mad Achilles in hate
with avaricious chainsaw of contempt
to exile countless good people from Heaven,
sneers with bitter disgust for honest law
while he rampages in careless revenge.

If wily Odysseus with clever ploy
would evict cruel tyrant from our White House
to rebuild our great empire he destroys
instead of helping trash America,
he could return to Island of sweet hope
with esteem that he saved our land from greed.

We call on wise Athena to attend
urgent mission restoring our great land
by turning heart of sly Odysseus
from selfish greed to selfless courtesy
with courageous compassion of respect
to save our homeland from invasive thieves.

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Orpheus plays lyre of Mercury and sings tale of the Return Home at the feast when Odysseus celebrates saving America from tyrannical thieves.

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